Prim had to smile at that. At how she loved Katniss - because yes, that was true. More than anything else in the world, probably, although her affection for her horrible cat was well-known and inexplicable. Katniss had always been there, always. Until Prim hadn't been.

She doesn't react to the tightened grip - at least, she doesn't seem to. "She probably blames herself. I mean - I know she does, somehow. For my...for what happened to me. After the games. But really, it wasn't her fault."

There's a quiet for a second, as Prim pauses, debating, but... "There was a civil war. More or less. And they needed doctors. As many as they could get. I went to help, I volunteered, and we were on the front lines." She's never said it out loud before now, but she does it anyway. "There were children, and bombs, and we went in to help, but - it was just the first wave. We hadn't known."